Brick Armstrong Novels & Stories

And she also felt embarrassed because he just glanced at her and then ignored her like she was a complete fool. She could not just leave, not when she has succeeded in getting this close to him. Celine gathered all the courage and confidence in her before speaking again “I’m Celine Armstrong, the new CEO of Armstrong real estate company and I was hoping if my company and your real estate company could get into a collaboration” Celine finished talking

“I know.” Liam had brought a gift for Astrid, a little silver locket with a tiny star engraved on it. “For when she’s older,” he said. I hugged him. It felt strange, but good. Like closing a door that had been left open for too long. Later that night, as we drove home with Astrid asleep in her car seat, Roman reached over and took my hand. “Thank you,” he said. “For what?” “For being the bigger person. For forgiving him. For making tonight work.” I squeezed his hand. “We’re a team. We handle things together.” He smiled, and for the first time in a long time, it reached his eyes.

She only had a few months left to complete her degree in bioclimatic architecture. Her parents believed it wouldn't be fair for her to give up and throw away all the time she had invested. They thought she was the best student in her class. Bruno reluctantly agreed, which ruined his plans of keeping her at home. As they left the office, he turned to look at her. For a moment, she seemed so defenseless. She was short, measuring at most 5'2", while he stood at 6'3". She appeared so fragile by his side, but he knew she wasn't. After the Williams left, he spoke with Nicole.

I looked for personal pictures of him and family but I couldn’t find any, so I had to make do with the ones of him on the field. I made it a habit to leave work at the office when coming back home but today, happily did work at home. I learned all there was to know about Jam Timi Nkwain. Born on 25th February 1987 to Mr Atah Collins Nkwain a native of the Kom Tribe in Cameroon and Mrs Alexa Turner a British citizen. One sibling, Aaliyah Nsang. Retired last year because of a leg Injury which included a broken left Fibula and an open dislocation on his left ankle. His career started when he was 18 and he was at its peak when he had the unfortunate accident.

If someone showed up, I would see if they wanted to help me. I had only done a few reps when I was joined by a young man by the name of Brad. He seemed like a good kid. We had gotten to talking, and before we knew it we were having a friendly competition to see who could lift more! So far we were pretty on par with each other. He was definitely one hell of an opponent! We had just finished our latest set of reps of 250 pounds a piece when Brad finally conceded. "Damn, man! You are one hell of an alpha! I can't feel my arms, so I am admitting defeat!" He said as he gulped down water to hydrate himself.

It was like hitting a brick wall. I hit him again, harder this time. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn't care. "I should be allowed to have a life! To make my own choices! To go out on my own fucking terms!" The words tumbled out, fueled by months, years, of simmering resentment. Luther just stood there. Unyielding. His cold, dark eyes burned into mine, an intensity that made my stomach drop and a shiver crawl down my spine despite the anger boiling inside. It felt… possessive.

"I’ll call you about lunch. Next week maybe." "Great." She responded, highly conscious of Brett vibrating with energy beside her, although when she glanced at him, his face was calm and impassive. He pulled her into a dance, with Christina Peri singing A thousand years. "Not sure I like him," he muttered. "Armstrong is a very nice guy." "Just so long as he knows you’re mine." "Brett come on, Armstrong is from my great grand aunt's lineage and he appeared on my mum's illustration of my maternal family tree. Even though he appears at a farther tip of a branch."

she said. I nodded quickly,too excited to use my words. Brave Armstrong was a fearsome man but he definitely did not have connections with the FBI. " Okay then, welcome. I have a small bakery that I like to run alone. But lately, it's been choking me up so you can help me run it. I would pay you and maybe you can save up enough to move to your own space. There is no pressure though. You can sleep with Hayley. I'm sure she would love to have someone her age around here" she said, looking at a grinning Hayley.

she said with a wide smile and turned when Allison started choking on her food. "'Are you okay?" she asked with a concerned frown. "Yes, I'm fine." she quickly said and drank water from her glass to calm herself. "As I was saying, I ran into Mrs Hemsworth and we got talking. So apparently their only son is back in the country, you remember him right? Liam." Mrs Armstrong said. "The boy with that 0CD problem?". Chairman Armstrong asked. He could only vaguely remember him because of one time they had been at a party few years ago and the young man had gone from table to table rearranging the cutleries which the staff had placed wrongly.

That night Rasmus was in no mood to attend the charity event but his father, Xander had called him and told him to attend it on his behalf. He read the article and it said how good this f**ker Richard is and how he did so much for women, the victims of violence, abuse, and rape. F**ker! Rasmus clenched his jaw in rage. What could go wrong if he go to that f**ker's house and kill him? The bastard has made an excellent name in society with all his charity events and fundraising galas. People think of him as a saint, now he knows what Catherine meant. He has to do something about this. He can't just let him get her. She didn't deserve it. He had to save her.